John Peter - Teenage wives

"Well," said Tom, rolling back over and starting to go back to sleep, "you're easy to be nice to, Janet. Especially considering you're just a kid." He chuckled to himself and drifted back to whatever dreams he'd been having before he woke up to his teenage wife's midnight tongue.

Maybe she was a little overactive, and maybe Bob, the gas station attendant, was right when he said that Janet was probably some sort of nymphomaniac, a teenage bridal nymphomaniac at that. But that didn't stop her from going out and having the best time she possibly could. After all, what's a horny, recently married teenage wife to do when she feels that morning vaginal crave creeping up on her? Sit at home and be restless and lusty all day long? That just wasn't Janet Tibbleton's style.

So, even though Tom was giving her all the orgasmic loving he could, Janet still took it upon herself to go out every now and then and land herself a new or different kind of fling. Of course, going out in public wasn't always necessary.

For example, there was the time when the postman had a special delivery letter for which Janet had to sign.. She answered the door in her silky housecoat, the one that ended at mid-thigh and left her luscious legs fully exposed. She held the door open with one foot and rested the package, and the clipboard, on her bare knee. "Do you have a pen?" she asked the mailman.

He graciously handed her a pen with which to initial the space indicated on the sheet. She leaned forward, partially if no completely on purpose, to expose her(breasts (and sign the paper). The posting could hardly keep from noticing those huge pendular knockers and the lovely nipple) the tips. "Is that coffee I smell?" hinted I young civil servant.

"Why yes," said Janet. "Can I offer you a cup?" She handed him back his pen.

"Well," he said, eyeing her smooth leg and her open lapels, "I really shouldn't-' He looked around behind him and saw that no neighbors appeared to be watching him, "-but I guess one quick cup couldn't hurt anything, eh? If it's not too much trouble, that is." He smiled cordially.

"No trouble at all," said the teenage wife. "In fact," she said, leading the way into the kitchen, "I'm kind of lonely for company at this hour." The mailman shut the door behind him and left his pouch on the first available chair. He listened to Janet Tibleton; as she prepared the coffee and mugs, "My husband leaves early in the morning and by the time I get everything done around here, it's only eleven or so, like to day, and there's nothing to do until five o'clock. You know how boring that can be?",She smiled and, seeing that the coffee was hot enough, she poured a cup for the mailman. She pulled up a chair for him, alongside her own, and sat down. "Have a seat. Anyhow, I like having someone to at least talk to in the morning. Even," she added, "if it's only for a little while. Say,

what's your name?" "Arnie," said the mailman. "Arnie Blake. What's yours?" He blushed. He knew her name well. "I'm sorry Mrs. Tibbleton, I know your name. I just slipped-" "Call me Janet," she said, patting his thigh. "I understand exactly what you mean." "Aren't you going to open that letter?" he asked. "Most people get something special delivery and they want to see right away what it is." "Oh, I'll open it later," she said. "I have a pretty good idea what it is." She smiled and put the letter aside. She let her housecoat go loose against the table so that Arnie would get a better look than he had before at her big smooth tittles, or at least at the tops of them, anyhow.

"Good coffee," he said, sliding one hand down near to Janet's thigh. He took a big chance and stroked just the top of her leg. He got himself a quick little feel of her smooth flesh and blushed before he could get his hand away. He was about to apologize when he felt Janet's hand grab hold of his and press it down closer between her loins, closer, that is, to her pussy. "I kind of liked that," she said. "It makes me feel like we're friends." She smiled and waited for him to say something.

"I know what you mean," he said. He let her take his hand where she wanted it, which was, of course, up high in her crotch and against her bush.

"Do you like wearing a uniform?" she asked. But she really didn't care how he answered. She took his finger and pressed it against her clitoris.

"It's alright," he said with a deep breath.

"Why don't you take it off," she suggested, "so I can see what a male man really looks like."

He used his free hand to take off his cap. He started unbuttoning his shirt and tie. "How rude of me," said Janet. "Let me do that for you." She stood up and the loose housecoat fell all the way open. "No sense," she said, pulling the coat back behind her, "in your not seeing me, too, eh?" He was eye to eye with her hanging breasts. She continued to work on his shirt and soon she had the tails out and the buttons completely undone. "There," she said, "but if I'm going to really get a good look at you, you're going to have to stand up." Arnie stood up. Janet reached from where she was and undid his belt. "Let's see what the government calls good meat, shall we?" She pulled his pants down and then his underwear. "Well, well, well," she said cagily to the postman, "isn't that a fine state of affairs. My male man has a rather big penis!"

"Let's see what this particular letter receiver has in the way of a pouch," said the postman. He reached forward and slipped his finger into Janet's open twat. He favored her clitoris with a quick flick, and then he screwed his digit up into the flesh of her cunt. "Nice," he said. "You could get two or three special deliveries in there if you really wanted to." He smiled and pulled her close to him. His joint caressed against her belly, against her smooth brown stomach flesh. "Nice," he repeated himself. "Very nice."

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her big mammaries close to his body. She rolled her chest against his masculine torso. She gave him all the room he would possibly need to move in for the time being, and he took advantage of every inch. He used one hand to fondle her luscious tittles, and the other continued to dabble between the flesh gates leading to her splendid teenage pussy. He rubbed and probed the insides of that cunt hole, and he did so until there was enough juice to indicate a job of another sort. "I think we better lay down someplace," said the postman. "What do you say?"

"Sure," she said, fingering his cock. "I think it would be nice." She rubbed her palm across the head of his pecker. The tip was as spongy and red and expanded as could be. "You're awfully fast for a civil servant," she said. "I wonder why I always have to wait so long in line at the downtown office when I want to buy stamps? If everyone was as quick as you are, the post office would be working at a profit."

"Very funny," he said. "Where's the bedroom?"

"Right this way, sir," said Janet. She led him with her wagging ass to the bedroom. He kept his eyes on that swinging orb all the way into the king-sized bed and when they finally ended up totally nude and next to each other it was with the mailman's hands wrapped around the teenage bride's buttocks. "I guess you know exactly what you want," said Janet Tibblettn with a big luscious grin on her face.

"Sometimes," he said, pulling her body close to his. "And sometimes I'm just as confused as anybody."

"And now?" she said, reaching down and fondling his prick.

"Now," he said, "I wouldn't mind a little header to get me started." He watched her smile get bigger, broader and then her lips spread open as she arrived at his joint. "Let me help you out on that score," was the last thing that Janet said before she sucked his big cock head into her oral cavity. She used her tongue to wet the spongy surface of the mushroom tip first, of course, but everything else was pure wet suck. "God damn," moaned Arnie, "that's the way, honey. That's exactly right." He watched her blonde head go bobbing back and forth on the end of his flesh spike. Her lips kept a good sloppy seal around his crown. "Alright, alright," he said finally, "I believe you. I get the idea." He pulled her up out of his crotch. "I like sucking penis," she said as if that explained everything.